The Bridge Club

10.

There was no letter of resignation. Judith allowed herself to be swept along by Geller's enthusiasm and attended the welcoming dinner they put on in her honor. With an unlimited future on a plate before her, Judith had been unable to turn away. If her dreams of arriving had been alluring enough draw her into Emily's web, her first taste of the real thing was instantly and totally addictive. She pushed her deal with the devil to the back of her mind and bathed in the sudden shower of professional praise and acceptance.

It was only when she was alone, at night, that the dread of her obligation to the bridge club returned to haunt her. Even though Judith had buried the silver choker under a seldom worn sweater in a bottom drawer, she was all too aware that soon she would be wearing it again.

As if those disturbing thoughts were not enough, Judith had also begun to question her sexuality. Her reaction to all of the kinky hoops Emily had jumped her through had run the gamut from anger and humiliation to fear and disgust. Still, she could dot deny that there had been moments when she had become aroused…very aroused. Judith told herself that it was merely because she had been so focused on her career and had denied herself a social life. She had been celibate save for bouts of self-pleasure for too long. She made up her mind that she would accept the next time an attractive man asked her out.

All of Judith's previous work was shunted to junior associates to allow her to concentrate solely on the affairs of Amalgamated Smith Systems Corporation. A whirlwind of financial consultations with the officers of its various companies ensued. She was flown between them by private jet and at every stop she found a limo and first class accommodations awaiting her. As a representative of ASSCO's major shareholder she was accorded a polite, if guarded, respect.

As she began to digest what she'd learned, Judith saw immediate avenues for improvement. She could not help but feel a guilty pleasure at finding matters in some disarray. The situation guaranteed that her efforts would be quickly reflected in an improved bottom line.

It seemed that the late Harold Smith had been a dynamo who had not believed in delegating decisions. Neither had he believed letting the left hand know very much about the right hand's affairs. His unexpected passing had left considerable confusion behind. A year old power struggle for control was still ongoing. Many entrenched interests and large egos were involved and the prize they were after was the widow's proxy. Judith realized that, even with the backing of the lady in question, she would need to tread softly to avoid being crushed in the melee.

A very full two weeks had passed with no word at all from the woman who had changed her existence so dramatically. This left Judith alternating between moods of relief and disquiet. The moments of relief vanished with the arrival of a summons on Emily's now familiar stationery. It informed her that she would be expected at one p.m. and to keep her future Monday afternoons clear as well. Judith instructed her new private secretary to hold this day completely clear as she would want those mornings to prepare for each meeting.

Judith could not help but wonder whether these afternoons would revolve around serious solutions to the problems she had identified or if there were more games in store. The woman obviously saw life as one big sexual circus with herself as its Ring Mistress.

Judith was on time to the minute when she pulled up under the mansion's portico. As expected, she was met by the immaculately uniformed Blackjack and was once more led out to the garden. This time, however, Emily was dressed. She wore a bright batik sundress in shades of red and motioned for Judith to join her at a shaded table. Blackjack moved quickly to offer her a chair and then stationed himself behind his Mistress.

“I'm pleased, Judy. You seem to have impressed everyone. In fact, I think they are a bit afraid of you…or at least what you may tell me.” Emily laughed.

Judith barely contained an audible sigh of relief when she heard Emily address her as Judy. For all of her deviousness it seemed that Emily was turning out to be a lady of her word. Not that she would be any easier to deal with once Judith's next installment as J came due. She cleared her head and began opening the portfolio she'd brought with her.

“I have some initial recommendations here that...”

“Save all that for now. Go fetch her out here, Blackjack.”

Judith eyes followed Blackjack's departure uneasily and wondered what new twist was in store for her now.

“It may amaze you to learn that, after their period of conditioning, few of our slaves resent their time at the club. In fact, some crave the hours they spend with us.”

As Judith read between the lines of what Emily was saying, Blackjack reappeared followed by a young Asian woman on a lead. A delicately boned and exquisitely doll-like woman. Judith had always marveled that so many Oriental women seemed to retain a girlish quality well into their twenties.

This one was nude and wearing one of the silver chokers. As they drew near, Judith saw that it sported the letter T. Blackjack unclipped her lead and T immediately dropped to all fours, and crawled to Emily's knees with her head lowered. The girl's hair was cut in a longish bob and Emily ran a hand casually through the dark silk of it and smiled at Judith.

“T is one of those that crave. Of course, the extra time she spends with me has made me quite fond of her. Some of the ladies in the club are more vicious than others with regard to the pain they inflict. For some reason T's card has never been drawn by any of them.”

Emily continued to smile and stroke T while she watched her message sink in. She saw the turmoil behind the eyes across from her. She loved these moments. Just as surely as her hand was toying with T's hair, her will was toying with Judith's mind. Without shifting her gaze, Emily slowly drew up the skirt of her dress and let her legs fall open. She took a fist full of hair and pulled T's face onto her sex.

Judith tried to remain detached. She was being let know that if she just lowered herself from her chair and joined T that the time ahead would be much easier. She detested herself for being tempted and she also hated the fact that the lewd display she was being treated to was arousing her.

Emily was still smiling at her but had also begun slowly humping the face she held hard between her thighs. The girl's ass was open to Judith's view and the sight of all that warm, gold toned skin was making her wet in spite of herself. She again felt like an unwilling voyeur caught up in an erotic dream where time moved in slow, sensuous motion. Emily was using the girl's face almost lazily and the raw sexuality of the scene was unnerving. The urge to just give in and go with the flow was strong but Judith's fear of losing her identity totally was stronger and she managed to remain seated.

Emily saw Judith's resolve reassert itself and knew that this would not be the day. With a final push and pull she let herself cum on T's mashed lips. With a grunt of satisfaction, she leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands behind her head while T lapped her clean.

Emily was not upset. She had feared at first that Judith was going to be too easy. This fresh show of resistance pleased her. It was so much more fun to break the stubborn ones…to feed them their pride bite by bite. The longer it took the sweeter it was when they finally came crawling. She watched Judith search for words and then clear her throat.

“Would you care to go over these ideas of mine for ASSCO now, Em?”

Emily almost burst out laughing. The damn girl did have poise.

“No, sweetie. In addition to being one of my needy, little sluts, T is also a very sharp accountant.”

Emily pushed T's shiny face away and lowered her dress.

“She has her own firm. ASSCO is not her client but she translates the statements they send me so that I can understand what is going on. I pay her well for this even though she has offered to do it gratis. Haven't you, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress. Gladly.” T answered quietly.

“Now, get your tiny, yellow ass dressed. I want you to go off somewhere with Judy. Listen to what she has to say and you can explain it all to me later.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

T remained on all fours and crawled off toward the house. Reluctantly, Judith shifted her gaze from the girl's swaying haunches. She decided that she had been dismissed as well and stood up. She started to say good bye but Emily had picked up a magazine and merely waved her away.

Through slitted eyes Emily watched Judith's back and ass as she walked away. She wondered how much starch would be left in her after a second evening at the club. She hadn't been exaggerating when she'd said that some of the ladies were real sadists. One was a particularly mean bitch. Melinda Stephens had a cruel streak that put the rest in the shade. Emily now thought her the perfect one to next draw the letter J.